My Fake Husband.

III.

When we arrived to his condo he pushed his door open, and walked my luggage down his hallway, and set it in a room.

“So, Niall. If we’re married we’re going to have to know about each other even if it’s stupid things like our favorite colors.” I gulped, this was my opportunity to get to know him, and get my questions answered, he sat down on his couch and gestured for me to sit across from him. “Shoot away.” I bit my lip nervously.

“Are you,” I paused and he raised his eyebrows. I stared into his dark brown eyes, that weren’t compared to anything I’ve ever seen. I blushed. “Are you really gay?” He let out laughter.

“Are you gay?” I looked at him, and he was still laughing which clearly meant he was joking. I was gay, but that wasn’t answered, so I sat still. I wasn’t answering anything until he answered my question. He stopped laughing and looked at me. “No, I’m not gay. Of course not.” Ouch, guess there was never a chance in us happening. I looked away from his eyes, I shouldn’t be thinking about him as anything more than what we had, and what we had was fake. It did hurt a bit, cause I’m not going to lie, he was cute, and probably the most beautiful guy I’d ever seen. Though we stepped off on the wrong foot, it was totally cliché how we met.

“So how come you said you’re gay?” He looked deep in thought.

“I don’t know. I hoped I wouldn’t have to be married, I guess. But now I get to ask you two questions.” I nodded in agreement. “How old are you?”

“20.”

“Really? I am too!” He seemed so excited about that. “It’s like a perfect match! We should make up another lie to the story that we knew each other when we were young—“

“I’m not going to lie even more.”

“You know in German if you cut them off you’d never know what they had to say.” He angrily shouted before standing up and stomping away.

Great. I made him mad. He looked more than mad, but I didn’t want to lie even more than I was. It was stupid, and seemed silly. A few minutes later I heard the shower running. There was a knock on the door, and I stood up unsure of whether or not I should get Liam or if I should just open the door. I might as well, it could be one of his friends. I looked in the peephole to see who it was and it was Mr. Harries. Shit, I had to open the door now. He knew I was there, because he was peeping back in the hole. I opened the door smiling at him.

“Hey, Niall I was wondering if Mr. Payne is around.” He started looking around the home, and looked back at me.

“He’s in the shower. But if you have a message I could—“

“Were you heading out?” I looked at him confused.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I notice you don’t have your ring on,” He said pointing to my ring finger. I bit my lip. “If you’re going out to have an affair, my mouths shut.” He acted like he was zipping his mouth and throwing away a key, he was kind of childish for a principle.

“Niall.” Liam said behind me. Oh shit, I turned around seeing him with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I noticed he had a few tattoos, and wow he had nice abs, I couldn’t stop starring. “Niall!” He shouted again. I looked him in the eyes and nodded.

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to talk with Niall.”

“Oh take your time.” Mr. Harries responded with a devious smirk on his face, his smile practically said ‘Games over.’

I was practically thrown into a room before Liam whispered harshly. “Why did you let him in?!”

“I didn’t know what to do, you were in the shower.” I whispered back.

“Go along with it then.” He whispered but then raised his voice. “Niall! Why aren’t you wearing your ring?! I thought you loved me!” He shouted at me, I really felt bad for whoever would marry him, if this is how he’d react but I had to go along with it.

“I do love you!” I pleaded sounding a little sadder than expected.

“Bullshit! If you loved me you’d be wearing your ring and not going out to fuck other guys.” I was thinking of what to say when there was a knock on the door. 

“I’ll be heading out now guys!” Mr. Harries shouted and within a few seconds the front door shut.  I felt really intimidated, so I tried walking away before Liam pushed me up against the wall.

“Clearly you don’t know anything, don’t open the door for anyone. You could have just blown our cover idiot.” I gulped trying to not cry. I was a bit of a softy, and when people I cared about yelled, I wanted to cry. I couldn’t cry though, not now, I’d be vulnerable, not only that but I shouldn’t feel this way about him I only just met him. I looked away as I felt my eyes start to water. I had to fight them back. “Look at me!” He hit the wall scaring me a bit, I looked up at him and his eyes soften. “Oh no, don’t cry, Blondie. Please, I didn’t mean to-“before he could finish I pushed him off of me, and ran out heading into the room next to it and shutting the door. I locked the door, and Liam had already started knocking on the door, I sat on the bed and looked over at the picture by the side of the bed. The guy in the picture didn’t look like this Liam. This Liam had tattoos, and didn’t have shaggy hair like the guy in the photo. But I could tell it was him, the same beautiful brown eyes that belonged to Liam, and that smile. I noticed three girls in the photo. He must have siblings. I started laughing a bit thinking of my mom, and my brother. I missed them already. Lucky for Liam his family probably lived here. I laid down on the bed, and cried more. I cried because I missed my family, I cried because I had to live with this demanding jerk, and I cried because I felt so worthless. I was doing this just because I was desperate for a job. I cried for so long, before I finally couldn’t cry anymore. I wiped my tears and opened the door. I could hear movement, so I headed to wherever it was coming from.

“Hey, are you hungry?” He asked calmly, he didn’t seem like the Liam I met. I slowly nodded he gestured me to sit down. “I’m making chicken and rice, it’s almost done just sit down, please.” I sat down at the table, and within 5 minutes a plate was set in front of me, it looked great, I started to eat right away, I hadn’t had breakfast, or lunch, and this would be my only meal. I heard him laugh quietly but I ignored it.

Once I was done I looked up at him. “Do you want more?” I nodded. He grabbed my plate before walking into his kitchen and then walking back.

“Thank you.” I quietly said, I felt like he had full control over me.

“You’re welcome.” He paused as if he was going to say more so I looked up at him, and he just shook his head. “Never mind.”

We ate quietly in silence. It was nice; he finally shut his mouth, and wasn’t saying rude things to me.  Once I was finished I stood up, and he stopped me before standing up. He took the plate from my hand, and smiled. “I’ve got this. You can go to bed, or take a shower.” I nodded before walking away, I was only a few steps away before I turned back around seeing him still standing there.

“Liam?” I nervously asked.

“Yeah?”

“Where am I sleeping?” I looked at the couch, but I didn’t know if he had anymore rooms.

“Oh..I only have one other room and my best mate Louis is staying here, he’s a drama teacher, he usually stays later, because he directs plays and all that at the school we work with.” I nodded. “You can stay in my bed.” 

“Liam, really you don’t have to. I’m fine with the couch.”

“No, I insist, go ahead.” I nodded before heading in his bedroom again, I took off my clothes until I was only in my boxers. I was too tired to even shower, I laid down in his bed pulling his sheets over me. They smelled nice, kind of like him, when he leaned close to me I could sort of smell him, and he does smell nice. I drifted off to sleep with only one thing on my mind. Liam.